Road to Paloma 2014 Review: The story of a Native-American known as Wolf
While Native American Wolf is being pursued by the FBI for having taken the law into his own hands, when his mother was raped and killed on their reservation he crosses paths with Cash, a down and out musician who is coping with the end of his marriage. An unlikely friendship develops, as they ride together towards the Teton mountain range, where Wolf will spread his mothers ashes.
Written by Aquaman (De Vuong Aquaman) , directed by Bootleg Conan the Barbarian, and starring Khal Drogo, Road to Paloma (Duong Den Paloma) is the story of a Native-American known as Wolf wanted for murder for avenging his mother’s death and on the run from the FBI. Hammer and nails. Extreme digging. Barb wire fence.
The long walk. Fire helps you see at night and stay warm. Jason Momoa looks like a total badass riding a motorcycle one-handed. Miss him if you blink Lance Henriksen. Rock killer? Wes Studi is still alive? Mr. Studi scared the fuck outta me in The Last of the Mohicans when he was scalping motherfuckers. Peyote gets you fucked up. Shit-Hole Street? Kinda-loud concert. Extreme hangover. Bob the Senior Citizen Mechanic. Washing… more.
Jason Momoa wrote, directed and starred this biker movie and instead of going the Stone Cold route he chose to go down a dramatic path. Not one bit interested in having bar fights, bike races or shooting it out with the cops.
He was deeply invested in character and into delivering a solid dramatic movie to show that he’s more than a dumb action star. For that he has my total respect. Beautiful cinematography and great musical score also. Thank you Todd.